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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    2/10/2014 I’m a sad girl who wants a boy to fix her. I am a hand grasping out to the universe hoping someone will clasp my wrist and keep me from falling. I am two wide eyes who will believe what you tell them. I am the stones sitting dead weight in the pit of my stomach. I am the butterflies a...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    How do you escape it? How do you escape what they say, and worse, what they think? We exaggerate, we’re melodramatic. We squeal and giggle like little girls, or maybe we try to act older than we are. That’s just dumb. When older boys like us, we’re sluts. When we find younger boys, we’re str...
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    He said he wasn't hungry, but the lie was transparent. Of course he was hungry. We were all hungry. And even if we weren't, it was Christmas and people eat on Christmas. They eat a lot. That's just how it goes. He'd woken up a few hours before, and he hadn't eaten then. The clock was now strikin...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    Written 12-9-12 I met a girl in my freshman year of high school. We did not go to the same school, live in the same place, or share the same background; but we had suffered in similar ways. This girl’s name was Sarah and she was several inches shorter than me and had wide blue eyes that I fe...
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    5/15/12 What does it matter? My petty little goals, dreams that live inside of me, potent and burning like the kindling of flames. When did time choose to pick up its wings and fly? And why is there still so much left In front of me? How do you separate the everyday living from just goin...
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    5/12/12 I hate this town, and yet, the fresh mulch emits a strong, bitter, beautiful odor. And bugs I used to be afraid of buzz around my body, busily flying about .The pups lie in warm pools of sunshine; lolling tongues pink like lollipops slip out of smiling mouths. I hate this town, an...
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    5/11/12 Outside in the front yard the sprinklers sprayed, and the girls with the long hair in waves like divas ran across the field, green like the stretch of a mountain. The ice cream came out in boxes and Jenni said No Thank You. The boy with the parakeet and the closed, red mouth pett...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
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    It was the same mundane routine today. Luckily, she was still able to get up on time every morning. She supposed that was something. Others had to buy giant light boxes that would turn on at a precise time, so the brightness would wake them up. It was a clever invention made by a woman a few decades...
  • Opinion > Points of View
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    11/11/11 It’s always better to be small. Even if you’re already small, you must become smaller. If you’re as small as you can possibly be, work harder, because you have to get to the smallest size possible. Then, maybe just maybe, you will achieve the ultimate goal: skinniness. It’s not nat...
  • Opinion > Social Issues / Civics
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    10.26.11 They are everywhere. On the sides of cereal boxes and granola bars and on tubs of sour cream and peanut butter and jelly and icing and batter mixes and juice and soda and pretzels and sweeteners and protein. They are plastered all over magazines: how many you should have, how guilty you...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    Who gets to decide who she is, anyway? She felt hot tears at the back of her eyes, a warm, moist, uncomfortable wetness. She pulled her hand to her face, but then put it back down in her lap, curled it into a tight fist. She wondered what made them all scared. Was it her make up? Her clothes? He...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    And sometimes you wondered why it drove you crazy. This typical, everyday, suburban, phony, utopian and dystopian place. You’re not the suicidal/homicidal kid who hides a gun in their backpack; you’re not the overweight kid everyone makes stupid comments about when they are just secretly relieve...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    “Do it,” she dared. Her dare is more of a threat, an initiation. Do it or leave. We don’t want you here. Her words were cold, chilling, like an early November breeze that whips against your skin, more shocking than cutting. She was waiting for me, they all were. Knowing smirks painted the...
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    Sheila Manor woke up with sleep in her eyes. She wiped it away, and stretched her arms out beside her, groaning a bit. Sun streamed through the slats in her white blinds, and the airy curtains she finally dressed her windows in last week swayed lightly. She inwardly rolled her eyes. Her mother was r...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Let’s face it: You did not become the person you wanted to be And I did not grow up to be the girl You wished to see Sometimes, I resent you For reasons I cannot say I must hide them All the way I sometimes question Why it’s me you hate Is it something I did? C...
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    An ancient woman came to me in a dream Old and young, we made quite the team I told her to leave, this was my mind But she said she could tell me something in books or computers, I would never find I begged her to say what she knew But she wouldn’t, it seemed she was waiting for my cue...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    8-6-11 The sun is too bright. My eyes flutter open, and for a moment I forget, But, then the pain is there, potent and real and swelling inside of me, a hard, empty ball of hatred. I get up slowly, and my leg is in pain. I lean over awkwardly to crab my crutches. They hurt my armpits, but I...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Trapped Suffocated Sadness Looming over Vast; giant A sprawling, grey ocean A vicious sea monster Angry Petty Pity Getting larger Flourishing; growing Quick sand sucking Giant insects seething Tired Empty Alone Collapsing Falling; failing A million degrees A sun, burning aliv...
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    Clouds passing Blue waters above and below The smell of freedom A taste I thought I’d never know Air pushing against me Yet compelling em forward Cheering me on A sound I thought I’d never heard A flock calls Fromf ar away They seem to be so beautiful and quick So I force my...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    Boring walls and boring rooms Boring days when boredness looms Boring teachers and boring voices They go on and on about our lives and choices Boring clothes and boring hair I try to act chill but what a lie when I say I don’t care Boring shoes whites and blacks And bor...
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    Tears fall so slowly Waiting for you to stop them On their journey down...
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    I would like to fly Above the stars, sun, and moon To a better place Where people don’t turn When sadness gleams in my eye A place that is kind It does not exist This place is my dream, where I travel often...
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    I know what pain is Pain is a knife to the heart Fierce roaring howls I know what Pain is Seems to be at each corner Empty loneliness I know what pain is Because it joins me often Wanting to be my friend...
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    Fear plants its sharp claws Upon the innocent mind And clamps its teeth tight...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    What does Spring smell of? of daisies and lilacs and freshly mowed grass? What does Spring smell of? of warm, breezing winds And sunshine’s warm rays? What does Spring smell of? of lemonade stands And little clammy hands grabbing at melting quarters? What does Spring smell of? of c...

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